Language has a slight vegan sexuality appealing
On one side as noted by third parties

Who hang out in their unusual white corridors,
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the

Pinch off, just a short chopper ride
From the bank and trade. It’s language

With a so called blind glossary,
Investing in placidities.
Why does a face arrest? Our thoughts knit together
Like mica pile ups and our voices ricochet thru voicetracks.
We’re lobbing the acorns underbrush until we’re scooped
Up for holding our breath, bounced, kicked, ungloved by catalysts.